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“No fucking way,” she squeals and tries to wiggle out, but I’m not letting her escape now. I’m too horny by the idea to back down now.

“Maddox!”

I’m already multitasking, holding her and opening the door to the sauna.

And to my horny surprise, it’s empty.

“Thank fucking God,” I declare and close the door.

“Pucking,” she corrects me and squeals when I have her on the bench, legs spread and my cock taunting her entrance, which is wet with our mixed cum. “Maddox, anyone could come in here.”

“You want me, Baby Girl?” I ask instead and watch the way she blushes and looks at my cock.

“Y-Yes,” she answers truthfully.

“Then don’t worry about anyone interrupting,” I confidently say and watch the way she peers up at me.

She observes my demeanor, and maybe Damien is right about this confidence shit. If you express that you can handle anything in your posture and attitude, everyone will believe it.

“Okay,” she finally agrees and seductively licks her bottom lip as she whispers, “Fuck me senseless, my Heartbreaker King.”

Fucking hell, this woman.

I kiss her hard the next second, enjoying every moment of it as the heat around us makes me feel even more alive. The shift from cold to sizzling hot really turns me on further.

“You never cease to amaze me, Baby Girl,” I praise. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, too, Captain Maddox O’Neil Wilson.”

Hearing her say my full name and adding captain before it does sinful things to me.

It fills a well of pride I didn’t realize needed filling.

“Now, fuck me senseless so we can go get shit-faced, Mary-had-a-little-lamb drunk, and fuck all night.”

“With Damien included?” I dare to offer and watch the way her eyes light up.

“As long I get to enjoy you fucking my ass,” she dares to taunt my imagination.

“I’ve been waiting to fuck that pretty ass of yours,” I groan and can’t wait. “But right now, it’s time to fuck your precious pussy, Baby Girl.”

I slam home, the two of us groaning as I further lean over to press my hands against the wood surface.

“Hold on, Baby Girl,” I groan against her lips. “This is going to be an exhilarating ride.”

Guess the statistics are true. Fucking your girl after sheer victory is bliss.

Almost Caught Red-Handed

~WOLFGANG~

What am I doing?

What am I fucking doing?

I keep asking myself again and again, trying to push myself to stop eavesdropping, yet here I am—eyes glued to the scene happening in the shared shower space.

Maddox fucking Mikayla against the tiled wall.

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